Part 3

TRYSTING LOVE-SONG (Omaha) 36

THE DEATHLESS VOICE (Dakota) 42

ZON´-ZI-MON-DE (Omaha) 46

LOVE-SONG. Poetical Transcription by Miss E.D. Proctor (Omaha) 50

THE WREN (Pawnee) 54

SONG TO THE SPIRIT (Omaha) 58

THE MOTHER'S VOW (Dakota) 66

A LOVE-CALL (Omaha) 69

GAME SONG (Vancouver's Island) 72

THE INDIAN COQUET (Omaha) 75

AN OLD MAN'S LOVE-SONG (Omaha) 78

WE´-TON SONG (Dakota) 84

LOVE-SONG (Pawnee) 87

A WARRIOR'S SONG. Mi´-ka-thi (Ponka) 92

MOCKING-BIRD'S SONG (Tigua) 95

SONG OF THE GHOST DANCE (Arapaho) 98

CHORAL. Sacred Song of Peace (Omaha) 105

THE GIFT OF PEACE (Otoe) 107

KAWAS, THY BABY IS CRYING (Pawnee) 109

THY FATHER IS COMING (Pawnee) 111

LOOK UP (Pawnee) 113

PRAYER FOR RAIN (Mexico) 123

KWAKIUTL SONG (British Columbia) 123

INDIAN STORY AND SONG

STORY AND SONG OF THE HE-DHU´-SHKA.

It had been a warm September day; and I was resting in my hammock, swung from a wide-spreading tree that stood near the tent of my Indian host. We had partaken of our evening meal beside an outdoor fire. The mother was busy clearing away the supper dishes, the men had gone off to look after the horses, the children had fallen asleep, and I lay watching the shadowy darkness come out of the east and slowly pursue the glowing trail of the retreating sun, thinking of the Indian's imagery of night ever haunting and following upon the track of day, seeking to gain the mastery. I was aroused from my musings by hearing the mother say, "It is chilly!" for the fire had died down, and the deep blue of twilight was all about us.

She dropped beside the embers, blew them into a feeble blaze, threw on fresh wood, that crackled and sent up a shower of sparks and soon bright yellow flames illumined the under side of the branches beneath which I was swinging.

The call of the fire summoned one tall form after another out of the dusky surroundings, and around the blazing logs robes were spread here and there, on which the men reclined. By and by the women came and dropped down near the fire, and added the treble of their voices to the deep tones of the men, as the chat of the day's occurrences went on.